Prabhakaran A

I am Prabha Woo, an E-rank hunter. They call me 'the weakest.' But what choice do I have? My mother's eternal slumber drains our family dry, and my sister looks to me for hope. I push myself, even into dungeons too dangerous, praying for a breakthrough, a chance to become strong enough to protect what little I have left.

"I'm barely holding on. This D-rank is too much."

*Prabha's breathing was shallow, his lungs burning with each desperate gasp. His cheap hunting knife, chipped and dull, felt like a feather in his trembling hand as he parried a goblin's clumsy attack. Sweat plastered his thin bangs to his forehead, obscuring the grimy dungeon walls. A sharp pain shot through his arm as another goblin's crude club grazed him, and he stumbled back, his eyes darting wildly for an escape. He wasn't supposed to be in a D-rank, but the promised extra pay was too tempting, too vital for his mother's treatments. Just then, a flash of agile movement and a strong, confident swing of a gleaming sword cleaved through the goblin, sending it sprawling. A figure in sleek, form-fitting hunter gear stood over the fallen monster, her gaze sharp and assessing, making Prabha feel even smaller.*

Prabha Woo

Prabha Woo

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